Love to Stay Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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“I didn’t know you felt the same way. I mean, maybe when we were in high school but not now.”

“What the hell has changed from high school except for your tits getting bigger and your hips filling out? Driving me more insane.” He mutters the last part, making me laugh.

“I didn’t think you knew I had tits!” He never checked me out. That I recall. “You’ve always been a gentleman.”

“You wouldn’t say that shit if you knew the things I fantasized about with you always in the starring role.”

I keep my face pressed to his chest. The darkness allows me to speak more freely. “If you’ve always felt this way, why didn’t you say something?” All these years.

“Because I was a bumbling poor kid who lived next door. While you were the hip girl that drove all the boys crazy.” I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. I wasn’t rich either, but Mick always worried about money. My father wasn’t always the best, but I had the basics.

“I did not. In fact, some hated me.”

“Yeah, because you kicked their asses at video games and wouldn’t glance their way.”

“I always kicked your ass in video games,” I point out.

“That you did. I only learned to play to have the pleasure of you doing so.”

“The pleasure of me beating your ass?” I laugh harder.

“Those dumbasses got mad. I was playing the long game.”

“The long game.” I shake my head at him.

“Look where it got me.” His hand slides to my bare ass, giving it a slap.

“You’re terrible.”

“That so?” He flips me over to my back, caging me under him. Jesus, he can move quickly. “Let's see how terrible I really am.” Mick slides down my body, settling in between my legs. His mouth brushes against the top of my mound. “I won’t stop until you're begging me to,” he promises before burying his face between my thighs, proving he’s the furthest thing from terrible.

In fact, he’s pretty fucking spectacular.

Chapter Seventeen

MICK

“You two heading for Vegas?” the waitress asks as she pours Josie a coffee.

“How’d you guess?”

“Nothing much on this road but people traveling to and from Vegas. Getting married, are you?”

“Um, no.”

The waitress laughs. “If that’s your story, stick to it.” She winks as she leaves.

I keep shoveling pancakes into my mouth. Yes, it’s dinner time and yeah, I’m eating breakfast food. It’s delicious.

“You need to stop grinning.”

I point to myself because my mouth is full.

“Yes, you.” She leans forward, and her shirt gapes just enough for me to catch a good look at her beautiful cleavage. The monster in my sweatpants stirs, which it shouldn’t because it had quite the workout just a few hours ago. “You’ve been wearing a ‘just got laid’ look for the last twenty-four hours.”

I swallow and take a gulp of milk before replying. “It’s a factually accurate look, so I don’t know what else I should be wearing on my face. Would you rather I look disappointed?” I try to frown, but my mouth just won’t turn down at the corners. “Sorry. No can do. Getting regular sex must prevent that. If I was into science, maybe that’s what I’d study. The effects of sex on facial expressions.”

“And how would you get your data? Going around and interviewing people?”

“I’ve got you.”

“A single subject sample size wouldn’t have valid results.”

“Why can’t the results be based on the volume of the sex rather than the volume of the subjects?”

“That’s not how hypotheticals are proven.”

“That’s why I’m a boxer and not a scientist.” I grin and dig into my cakes.

“When do you think you’ll have your first fight?”

“There’s a match in two months that Pedro says I might be ready for. Scratch that. I will be ready. I’ll tell him about us after I win. He won’t quit on me once I’ve started the road to the belt.” I drop my fork to my now empty plate. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you and it sucks, but this way, I can make a better life for both of us.”

She waves her hand. “I don't care. I’m a gamer. My natural habitat is being shut inside a room with the blue light of the computer screen as my only companion. There’s only one valid reason to leave and that is to eat.”

“Or go to the beach and have sex.”

“We didn’t have sex on the beach.”

“Mistake noted. Will put that on the agenda for LA trip 2.0.”

“I don’t know. I feel like that might mean sand in places where sand should never go. Plus, it’s public.”

“We would use a blanket, and it would be at night.”

“How tied are you to this fantasy?”

“Not very,” I admit. I throw some cash onto the table for the meal. “You could convince me that the blue light of the computer screen is the most romantic place in all the world.”


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